Threesome with an Eastern European vampire and a cursed mummy- Part 3 of 4, just for Halloween :)

By J.K. Jones

I arrived in Istanbul the evening after leaving the slim, elegant, lusty vampire Elsa in Budapest, spending the day napping on the train as it moved south along the Black Sea toward its final destination. Stepping into this ancient city was somewhat anticlimactic, as I was met by business associates at the station, whisked into a chauffeured limousine, and taken to a modern hotel where a conference was to begin the next day. I did not meet any locals, and spent a few hours at the hotel bar drinking with some crass American expatriates, but my heart was not in it, and I excused myself early, and got into bed before midnight. My mind was still reeling from the impact of discovering two nights ago that a ghost world of lost souls existed, and that long-deceased souls still moved about yearning for lost love and harboring fears of God, and then the next night, in Budapest, making the acquaintance of a cool skinned, beautiful dark-tressed lady who, in the middle of amazing sex, had revealed herself to be strigoi, or as humans called her, a vampire.

I had been shocked, and had blurted “Are you going to kill me? Drink my blood?”

She had laughed, assuring me that it would be bad business practice to kill off her guests, and explaining that it had been over a century since she had killed a human, and that had been well deserved.

My sexy vampire lover and I had fucked most of the night, in a dozen positions, to countless orgasms for her and three for me, spurting twice into her tight pussy, and then the final time into her eager, sucking mouth, covering her blood-red lips with my white seed. I fell asleep in her arms, and woke to my phone ringing, a wakeup call to not miss my train. She had been downstairs, checking out guests, and slipped into my arms during a lull, giving me a hug and a peck on my cheek. “You should come back and stay longer than a night,” she whispered into my ear, impetuously licking and nibbling on it. My cock sprang up and she rubbed her hip against my body. We exchanged telephone numbers, and in Istanbul, just before going to bed, I texted her a quick selfie. She responded almost immediately with a selfie of herself, lying back on a bed, her bright sapphire blue eyes wide and inviting. “How is Istanbul?” she asked. “Horrible.” I said. “Nothing but asshole tourists so far. My conference is just a day. I have plane tickets back, but maybe I could take some time off and come back to Budapest?”

“You should,” she texted. “Would be easiest to just take the train back. I’ll make it worth your while if you can come. I haven’t met a soul like yours in a century.”

Two days later, in the afternoon, having finished my actual business in Istanbul, and gotten onto an early morning train heading north and west, I emerged again at the station at Budapest. This time, instead of her nephew Vladimir at the kiosk, I was greeted by Elsa herself, in blue jeans and a green blouse, looking resplendent on this sunny day. She grinned wide, showing pearl white teeth, and pulled me close for a hug. Her slim body felt wonderful against mine, and where she touched me of course, I could feel the coolness of her skin. “I missed you,” I told her. “I think you’ve hypnotized me.”

“It’s within my power,” she grinned, “but I haven’t needed to. Your cock is already leading you in the right direction.” Since we were practically alone on the late afternoon train depot, she slid a hand down and squeezed my cock through my pants. “Come,” she whispered.

“What’s our plan? Back to the inn?” I asked.

Elsa intertwined an arm through mine, and we walked toward a nondescript sedan parked in front of the station- clearly hers, since she clicked a remote, and the doors unlocked. “No, I’m taking some time off from there. I’m going to take you home and ravish you. Then we have an engagement.”

Five minutes later we walked through the door of Elsa’s apartment. I didn’t have much time to look around at the surroundings because she turned and leaped on me, and with almost superhuman strength began ripping off my clothes, all the while her mouth was eagerly licking and kissing at my lips. She nipped me playfully with sharp teeth, and then soothed with a wet, hot tongue. Her hands were at my torso, and then as she got my pants down, they were at my cock. Elsa pulled her own shirt over her head, revealing gorgeous middle sized tits with dark nipples pointing to the heavens, and then she slowly slid to her knees, and without further ado, engulfed my cock into her hot, wet mouth, beginning to suck on my shaft, her tongue slathering around it even as she bobbed her head savagely, plunging my dick into and out of her slutty vampire mouth. Her tits were pressed against my now-bare legs, and I could feel the cool, soft skin against me, and then, not having had an orgasm in two and a half days, it was all too much for me, and I began shaking, and tried to pull out my cock. Elsa could tell I was starting to cum, and she pushed my dick down her throat and sucked mightily, holding my shaft in place as I unloaded jism into her mouth. With a howl, and shaking so much I almost fell down, I came. She dutifully licked up my nut, cleaning me up as she pulled my cock out of her mouth, tonguing my dick hole, licking up and down the softening shaft, all the while looking up at me with her big shiny blue eyes.

“So sorry I came so fast,” I started. “It’s just that…” She shook her head and shushed me as she came to her feet. “That was perfect,” she said. “I’ve been craving your cum since I first tasted it last week. I’m glad I took the edge off for you.”

“Well, now it’s your turn,” I said. She tittered a bit, and pulled away from me, picking up her green blouse, and starting to pull it over my head. “No,” Elsa said. “We have an engagement tonight, and we need to be heading out soon.”

It was twice she had used that word. “Engagement? With who?”

Elsa turned and looked at me. “You are a rare man. You’ve danced twice with the macabre and have taken it in stride. I can read your energy, and you really are calm, serene, unaffected by learning I am strigoi, just as you took it in stride when you met the disembodied spirit Barbara.”

I shrugged. “I’m pretty average.” Elsa giggled and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I could smell and taste my own cum on her breath. “That you are not. And I am going to introduce you to one of my oldest and dearest friends. She is also, shall we say, not of this world.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“I’d rather you meet her and find out for yourself. She is a lovely soul, and I have known her for centuries.”

“Centuries?” I gulped. “Is she a vampire like you?”

Elsa laughed, as she guided me toward the door. “No, she is not. She is human. Or was human. It’s a little difficult to explain. Let’s go meet her.”

My sexy vampire host drove her communist-made Yugo over narrow roads and through thick forests and cow-filled fields as we chatted about life. Primarily that was me asking all the questions most intelligent, curious people would ask a vampire if given the chance. Elsa was happy to share her life and experiences with me, and I’ll write more about those later.

We finally pulled up into a long winding driveway through thick trees, past some run down sheds and farm buildings, and to a large two story wooden house. Flickering lanterns seemed to be lighting up the interior, as the two of us got out of the car, and walked up some wooden stairs, and across a creaking deck. Elsa knocked politely, but did not wait for a response, turning the door latch, and opening the door. She took my hand, and although I hesitated a little at the spooky feel of this place, she pulled me inside, and closed the door.

The room was a throwback to another century, with thick rugs, leather furniture, book shelves full of books, boxes, scrolls, 18th century-looking instruments, and the whole place brightly lit by several flickering oil lamps.

“No electricity here,” said Elsa. “No wifi either, although your Bluetooth should work.”

Just then a slender, petite woman stepped into the room. She was mousy looking, with light brown hair, a pallid, unremarkable face, and a simple tunic-like dress. “Gretchen,” said Elsa, and then continued in Romanian, which I of course did not understand, although it did cause my cock to twitch at the sexiness of her foreign voice.

Gretchen nodded, and turned silently, and left the room.

“What do you think of her?” asked Elsa, eyebrow raised. “Um,” I said, “she um, I don’t know honestly, didn’t really get a chance to see her. That’s your friend?”

Elsa giggled at me. “No, I am playing with you. That is not my friend. That is her familiar, a human servant who had been specifically bred to caretake for my friend. My friend’s name is Jurrat. She’s Egyptian.”

“Egyp….” I started to repeat in surprise, but stopped as a tall, slender woman ambled into the room. I say ambled because her gait was slow and delicate, and her movements gracefully. In the light I saw that she was very brown skinned, almost black in tone, but that there was an odd sheen to her, and then she was up to us, and I looked into her deep blue eyes, her gorgeous fine features, and I saw that her skin was not just dark in hue, but also was thick and full like tanned leather.

“Elsa,” said the woman, and then something else in Romanian. “English please,” Elsa told her, and the woman nodded, and turned to me. “Welcome, my friend. My name is Jurrat.” I smiled and reached out to shake her hand, and was shocked at the feel of leather, as if she was wearing gloves, but her arms were bare in her sleeveless white blouse, and the leather I felt was her skin.

“Forgive me for a moment,” Elsa told me. “Jurrat is fluent in your language, but this will easier for both of us if I can just explain things in Romanian. I nodded. “Please come in and be welcome,” said Jurrat. “I never get visitors, besides Elsa. She must have some wonderful reason to bring you here.”

I found a seat in a comfortable leather chair, and as I waited, Gretchen brought all three of us delicate ceramic cups filled with English Grey tea. Elsa sat down beside me, with Jurrat over on the other side of her, and began speaking rapid fire Romanian. Several times Jurrat took a deep breath and leaned out around Elsa to look at me, once lifting her eyebrows and giving me a long look up and down. Finally, Elsa paused, and took a sip of tea, and leaned backwards. “So this is my friend Jay,” she told Jurrat in English.

“And you have managed to meet a ghost and be seduced by a vampire, all in one trip?” asked Jurrat. She actually got up, moved closer to me, and then sat down beside me. Elsa helpfully scooted over a bit to make room for her.

“Elsa told me she has known you for a long time,” I said. “I am curious about you.”

“I’ll be happy to tell you my story,” said Jurrat, but first, I want to ask you “Do you find me pretty?” The question was odd, but not difficult to answer, since this slender brown woman was sitting close, and I could see her pretty face, her long thick brown hair, her bright blue eyes, a pert nose and slim neck. The leather-like look and feel of her skin made her exotic, but not ugly.

“You are a beauty,” I told her. Jurrat smiled sweetly. “You have no idea how long it has been since a man has said that to me. You really are quite a catch, and I see why Elsa likes you.”

“Just tell him,” Elsa said. “He knows you are something different.”

“I am Egyptian, and was born in the year 1240 B.C.” said Jurrat. “I am very old. I would have died years ago, but for political reasons, the priests of Set embalmed me while living, and I was preserved for centuries in a buried tomb. I was pulled from that grave by unwitting grave robbers who worked for a syndicate that sold my sarcophagus to a dealer in Mamlukit in the 1200’s A.D. I was eventually pulled out of the sarcophagus and revived by priests, although my freedom was short-lived, since Hungarian Crusaders looting through Egypt discovered me, and brought me to Europe, to give to the Pope. I was freed here in Romania by a rival sect from the Steppes, and managed to escape. Since then, I have lived quietly and simply, and keep to myself.”

I hadn’t interrupted her with the three dozen questions that I wanted to ask. And by the end of her simple tale, I was just struck dumb.

“Jurrat is a mummy,” Elsa said, grinning. “You are welcome.”

“Amazing,” was all I could say. “How are you still alive?”

Jurrat shrugged, laying a leathery hand upon my thigh. “I continue to exist. My body remains the same, and my spirit endures. The gods have removed me from the Wheel of Life. I will continue to live until at some point I do not. That point has not come yet.”

Elsa was suddenly sitting on the other side of me, her cool hands on my shoulders. “Jurrat has not been touched in centuries,” she said, loud enough for both of us to hear. “Do you want to touch her, Jay?”

I looked over at this lovelorn mummy lady, and saw beauty- her glowing eyes, delicate Egyptian features, her hard skin showing an expression of trepidation and almost fear. I leaned forward and kissed Jurrat on her leathery lips, and she closed her eyes and responded, her tongue much harder than mine, and then her hands were on my body, soft but leathery, and as we kissed passionately, I felt Elsa’s cool elegant touch slowly pulling off my clothes, and then working on Jurrat. Jurrat’s body was leathery and a little seamed with lines, but it was more fascinating than off putting, especially her mummy breasts, which were plump and large, but with nipples that felt like wood in my fingers.

Then the three of us were moving into another room, with a large bed covered with a bear fur, heads and clawed paws and all, and I was falling into that thick fur while kissing and being touched by a sexy pale black-haired vampire and a slender, leathery, well-preserved female mummy, who just didn’t want to stop kissing me.

Finally, I came up for air. Jurrat smiled, and tears were slowly rolling down her furrowed cheeks. “Thank you,” she said. “That makes this century the best one I’ve had since moving here.” I felt hands tugging on my cock, and looking down, I realized one was brown and one was ivory, and that the ladies were both working me. “Lie back my Love,” Elsa said, and Jurrat complied, and Elsa moved forward, licking up her dark thigh, and then, parting her mummy bush with two fingers, Elsa flicked her tongue on Jurrat’s pussy, making her body quiver deliciously. “Put your cock in her mouth, Jay” Elsa said, taking a moment away from cunnilingus to direct me. I moved up on my knees next to Jurrat’s head, and she eagerly opened her mouth to accept my hard cock, and then begin sucking on it, her eyes closed. Looking down, I could see Elsa’s blood red tongue licking up and down over Jurrat’s clit. Jurrat had what seemed like her first orgasm, moaning and groaning, and then her body spasming a bit, then relaxing. Also, she bit on my cock a little. Probably hadn’t sucked one in a few centuries and was just rusty.

“Now, Jay,” Elsa said, moving back onto her knees, and pulling my arm. I knew exactly what she was suggesting, and was eager to do it, so moved down between Jurrat’s slender leathery legs. Elsa held her pussy lips open with one hand, and used her other hand to guide me into Jurrat’s ancient honey pot. I groaned with pleasure as my cock sunk balls deep into Jurrat’s soaked leathery pussy. “Kiss me,” she begged, and as I made one rhythm with my hips, sliding my dick in and out of her quim, I leaned over and began kissing with her again, feeling her lick and bite and suck at my tongue with her hot, horny mummy mouth. I felt another mouth, this one belonging to my sexy vampire lover, down below, licking my balls, taint and asshole. It was a sensory overload at this point, and as Jurrat began orgasming a second time, just as Elsa’s very long tongue slid into my asshole, I began cumming myself, shooting copious shot after copious shot of semen into Jurrat’s mummified cunt. The lovely Egyptian wrapped her legs around me and held me deep inside her as I finished, laughing and crying at the same time. After finishing, I collapsed on top of her, still buried inside. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” was all Jurrat could say. Elsa crawled up beside us, and I fell off to the left, on my back. Jurrat rolled over to cuddle against me, and Elsa deftly slid over to cuddle against my other side. I breathed deeply, and felt the glow of intimacy from the two monstrous beauties that I was with. “I never come here enough,” said Elsa finally. “You are so fucking sexy, you know.”

“It is always nice when you do.” Jurrat said. “Although you’ve never brought a lover to share before. I am so grateful to you two. How can I repay you?”

“Repayment is not necessary,” laughed Elsa. Her hand was already playing idly with my cock, which was starting to rise again. “However, I have not yet cum myself, and I’m about as horny as I’ve ever been, and so I’m hoping that the two of you could work together to work me over.”

Jurrat giggled, and her fingers joined Elsa’s on my cock. “I imagine we can. I would love to lick your sexy little cunt while this boy slides his gorgeous cock into your tight asshole.”

Elsa moaned a little, and I felt her cool body shudder. “That is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard. Shall we give it a try?”

And with no further ado, I proceeded to spend the entire next two days fucking a vampire and a mummy in every possible combination, position and orifice that we could think of, beginning with Elsa’s tight strigoi ass.

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